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But It Is Me?

Quietly stalking secretly peeking wondering who, what or how come, and why? seeking the truth declaring meaning you watch me from afar, never entering my mind wondering why or how come but not really asking me. you suggest I did it because of you yet nothing revolves around you but the gusty winds. you sit at home crying slowly killing yourself because I said “I, too, have a life.” now miles apart and hearts torn love does not make it right?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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